Dear aunties who were standing next to me at the meat chiller earlier on today,

Why oh why must you poke and press those little trays of meat and then put them back. You weren't even intending to buy any.

YES. THOSE are lovely cuts of pork belly. Nice pinkish colour, well distributed fats, lovingly sliced into just-so perfect thickness for sukiyaki and yakiniku. So nice to look at. But oh no.. you weren't going to be satisfied with just admiring, you had to physically pick them up and poke at them with your fat stubby fingers, just to confirm that yes.. these are indeed superior cuts of Kurobuta pork, denting the cellophane wrap in the process. AND NOW your other auntie friend feels obliged to PICK UP HER OWN little tray of pork and poke it so she can concur with your observations.

AND you repeated the same thing with those little trays of organic beef, and again with the jo-karubi beef, all the while talking to each other (jin sui hor). Ya.. jin sui.. but it wasn't anymore when you've had your wicked finger with them. They looked molested. A finger marked dent in the middle where you laid your finger on, out of shape cellophane wrap.

Jeez. I almost wanted to lean over tell you two off, but decided against it seeing that the both of you treat this outing more like an excursion than a proper grocery run, but it really does piss me off.

Why oh why oh why?!?!?!?!

/rant